The earth trembled as over a thousand The Brooks Clan soldiers brandished their weapons and charged into the swamp. Wild, surging blood energy erupted, streaks of blood-red light tearing through the void, and a dense aura of blood enveloped everyone.

A thousand warriors stormed into the swamp, each with their own role. Some of the clan soldiers flanked both sides of the swamp to prevent the Wood Clan from escaping.

Kill!

Henry Brooks led the charge at the very front of the clan soldiers, the stone spear in his hand flashing with murderous light as he lunged toward a Wood Clan warrior.

“Follow the young master and slay the enemy!”

Seeing Henry Brooks charging ahead, a man in the rear shouted, following the direction of the slaughter. The Wood Clan warrior he had originally targeted was instantly sliced into a bloody mist by several streaks of blood-red light.

This made Henry Brooks roll his eyes a bit—these men were protecting him.

A thousand battle-hardened warriors surged into the swamp, completely surrounding the remaining Wood Clan. The blood energy swelled like a tidal wave, directly blasting apart the Wood Clan warriors.

Boom!

Elsewhere, a violent shockwave shook heaven and earth, so intense that even the charge of a thousand clan soldiers could not conceal it. This was the clash of experts at the Divine Repository Realm.

The Divine Repository Realm experts of the The Brooks Clan directly surrounded the Wood Clan’s Divine Repository Realm expert. At this moment, the blood energy floating above the swamp was blasted apart, and the pressure belonging to a Divine Repository expert tore through the air.

At that moment, the stone spear in Henry Brooks’s hand erupted with a thunderous roar as he thrust it at a Wood Clan figure. Earlier, many of the Wood Clan, though not directly blasted apart by the The Brooks Clan’s spears, had still suffered serious injuries, so he could barely participate in this slaughter.

Boom!

The stone spear crashed down, knocking the battle blade from the Wood Clan warrior’s hand. With a flash of blood-red light, the spear swept sideways, slicing open the Wood Clan warrior’s abdomen from the shoulder, spilling his entrails.

“Bastard!”

In just one exchange, the Wood Clan was completely scattered. The elderly Wood Clan member from before erupted with blood-red light, striking down with a blazing attack. With a series of wet, splattering sounds, five or six The Brooks Clan soldiers were pierced through the vitals, collapsing into pools of blood, their bodies convulsing.

Without regard for his own injuries, the elder charged forward, his body drenched in blood but his ferocity undiminished, heading straight for a young Wood Clan member surrounded by more than a dozen The Brooks Clan soldiers.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Unable to dodge in time, several more clan soldiers were struck down, falling into the blood. With a few leaps, the elder grabbed the young Wood Clan member.

“Bastard!”

Seeing more clan soldiers fall into pools of blood, Logan Brooks roared, gripping a white bone spear that glowed with a deep blood-red hue. He unleashed a mighty roar, shattering the floating blood aura and hurling the spear at the Wood Clan elder.

The raging blood energy pierced through a thousand feet, tearing apart the blood mist and making the Wood Clan elder feel a deadly threat at his back.

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“Go!”

In an instant, the elder hurled the young Wood Clan member out of the swamp. The white bone spear immediately pierced through his body, carrying him into the swamp.

“Ah… Elder Chun!” the young Wood Clan member cried out as he was thrown a thousand feet away, crashing into an ancient forest.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Henry Brooks pulled his stone spear from a Wood Clan corpse and charged toward where the young Wood Clan member had fallen!

Even in death, the old Wood Clan member had thrown the young one out—clearly, it was not so simple. Henry Brooks burst out of the swamp in hot pursuit.

Under the assault of over a thousand The Brooks Clan soldiers, the mere three or four hundred Wood Clan warriors could not stir up much trouble.

Perhaps in the entire Great Wilderness, the power of the human race was not at its peak, but here, in the heartland of humanity, powerful foreign clans could not penetrate.

However, small groups of foreign clans were not uncommon in human territory, so when it came to slaying them, the men of the The Brooks Family had only killing intent in their eyes.

These foreign clans roaming within human lands were like packs of wolves, lurking in the darkness, waiting for their chance, eyeing the vast human tribes. They banded together into organized warbands, attacking some human tribes and villages.

The The Brooks Family were not to be trifled with, yet in the past year alone, there had been dozens of exterminations under their rule. Most were small human settlements, but each had thousands, even tens of thousands of people. All told, countless humans bled each year.

To cleanse the land of foreign clans within ten thousand miles, every year, The Brooks Clan soldiers fell at the hands of these outsiders. Even with the The Brooks Family’s best efforts to suppress and eradicate them, they could not wipe them out completely.

Facing the foreign clans, the blood energy erupting from the The Brooks Clan soldiers was as fierce as fire, their killing intent sharp, every strike ruthless, aiming for a kill with each blow.

By now, Henry Brooks had already burst out of the swamp. The young Wood Clan member from before was fleeing deep into the ancient forest without looking back, caught off guard by the sudden human attack.

Streaks of mottled blood stained the ground, and following the trail through the ancient forest, more than a dozen The Brooks Clan soldiers followed behind. For these soldiers, the young master’s safety was paramount; hunting the Wood Clan came second.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!